Alex has been standing on that damn porch for three weeks! Now, he is inside with Izzie. Awwww.. You know, that Asshat has started to grow on me. I think I may start to love Alex and Meredith. I know. I know! But I have this McDreamy theory that doesnt make Meredith so bad. Anway, look out for the next chapter soon..
.9.
Untitled
I don't know what say
Sometimes I wonder how I make it through the day
Life falls in many shades of gray.
There's no explanation.
No words.
No thoughts.
Just songs without titles, called untitled.
Meredith sat across from Cristina. She could not believe that the woman Cristina had joked about experimenting with in college was Leila Williamson, favorite cousin of Preston Burke, Cristina's boyfriend.
When all the information had clicked in Meredith's head, it was too much for the sleep deprived surgeon. She passed out. She had not been out for long. Maybe a minute or three.
Upon coming to, Cris had pulled her into the adjoining hospital room, where they now sat.
"Explain," Meredith demanded.
Cristina sighed and pushed back her hair. "It was college. I was drunk for most of it. You know how it is. You get wild. You get crazy. You experiment."
"With drugs, Cristina. Not your sexuality," Meredith hissed.
Cristina shrugged. "There was e involved, somewhere.."
Meredith looked at her in disbelief.
"What the hell does that have to do with you being involved with Burke's cousin?"
"Leila and I were suit mates at Smith. We were both chemistry majors. There was a party and a game of I never. We hooked up," Cristina replied casually. "It was a long time ago."
The conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Leila in the door way. She looked at Cristina hesitantly.
"Is everything okay in here?" she asked.
"Fine," Meredith replied, her face scrunched in her lie.
"You told her?" Leila inquired.
"Yes. I told her. She can know, your cousin, he can't know. He cannot ever know," Cristina responded.
"You looked good, Cris," Leila commented after an awkward moment.
"You too, Lei."
"Oh this week just gets more interesting by the minute."
Alex paced outside the front door of the Grey-Stevens- O'Malley house hold. He raised his hand to knock on the door when it was pulled back. Alex was surprised to see Finn standing in the doorway with a bag across his shoulder.
"Hello."
"Hello. Can I help you?"
Alex looked at Finn awkwardly.
"You're Alex. If you're looking for Iz, she's on the phone in the kitchen. She's in a baking fix, so if she shoves a muffin at you, eat it," Finn explained.
"Thanks man," Alex replied and side stepped Finn into the nice.
Finn watched Alex walk down the hall. He shook his head and closed the door.
Izzie had been in the middle of her 3rd batch of raspberry and blueberry muffins when the phone rang. Denny had been dead only two days. She was coping the best that she could. She wasn't exactly prepared to hear a voice so similar to his.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is Izzie Steven's available?"
Izzie froze at the sound of the voice. "This is she," she replied softly.
"Izzie, this is Daniel Duquette."
"Daniel Duquette?"
"Danny, actually. Denny told me a lot about you."
"Oh god," Izzie gasped. She felt a pain of nausea wash over her.
"I think this may not be the best time for this conversation, but me and my sister are flying down from Oregon. We'd appreciate if you could meet us. We'd like to properly meet our sister in law."
"Sure, when?" Izzie managed to get out.
"Our flight will be in about an hour. Tomorrow morning we're heading to his apartment. We'd love it if you could meet us there."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"It was nice talking to you, Izzie. We look forward to meeting you."
"You too, Daniel."
"Oh and Izzie."
"Hmm?"
"He really loved you."
Izzie hung up the phone and leaned over the sink. She stuck her head in the sink and proceeded to dry heave as tears began to fall from her eyes.
She was startled when a hand was placed on her back and her hair pulled away from her face. She barely glanced at Alex, before re-submerging herself into her guilt.
Derek sat across from Addison as they ate dinner in peace. She had picked up some take out on their way home. Too bad for Derek it was Charo- Chicken. Derek hated Charo Chicken. Addison loved it.
"I'm sorry, Addi."
Addison didn't respond. She continued to tear at her chicken and flip through a magazine.
"Its been a bad week. I didn't mean to hit you. You know I would never-."
Addison picked up her plate and magazine and walked out the door. She was still to furious to acknowledge his existence.
Derek looked from his cold plate of chicken to the bottle of wine on the counter.
One glass wouldn't hurt, he rationalized.
Addison watched from the window as Derek stood up and poured himself a glass of wine.
She leaned back in her chair and took out her phone.
"Hey, it's me. Can you talk?"
